Disaster Apocalypse: Farming, Family, and My Hidden Secret Space-Chapter 78. Save people

Hua Chengtian took out a crossbow from the space again, aiming at the person on the ground. It was pitch black, and there was an inexplicable person lying there, so it was best to be cautious.

It wasn’t too far to begin with, so Hua Chengtian, being careful, quickly approached the shadow at the bridgehead.

Motionless and lying there, Hua Chengtian poked the person on the ground with the cattle whip in his hand, but there was no response.

He poked a few more times to confirm that the person was indeed unconscious before daring to approach and turn them over.

In the dim light, the face seemed more and more familiar, so he immediately called out to his daughter, "Jin’er, bring the lamp over."

Upon hearing this, Hua Jin knew it was no longer dangerous, put away the crossbow in her hand, and quickly walked toward her father.

"What’s wrong?"

"I think this person looks a bit familiar."

"Familiar?" Hua Jin’s pace quickened involuntarily.

If their father found him familiar, they must have seen him before, but why would he inexplicably be lying here?

With these questions, Hua Jin came to her father’s side, and the emergency lamp also shone on the person on the ground.

Frowning, she said, "Dad, isn’t this Brother Luo’s classmate named Luo something?"

Hua Jin had a good memory and recognized the disheveled person on the ground at a glance.

Well... mainly because this person was good-looking, had an outstanding temperament, and was very distinctive, making it hard not to remember.

"It’s Luo Song." With his daughter’s reminder, Hua Chengtian remembered, reaching out to brush aside the hair stuck to his face to reveal a familiar face; it was indeed him.

Luo Song was unconscious, soaking wet from head to toe, with a thin layer of frost covering his body.

If left lying here, within a few hours, a perfectly fine person would really be a goner.

Seeing it was someone they knew, Hua Jin breathed a sigh of relief, thankful it wasn’t a cliche incident; otherwise, they’d have to consider whether to save him or not.

Helping others is good, but the premise of helping others is that it doesn’t bring trouble to the family, a bottom line Hua Jin always adhered to.

Since it was his son’s classmate, they couldn’t just leave him to die. Hua Chengtian decided to say no more, picked the person up forcefully from the ground, and headed towards the ox cart.

His steps were steady and strong, without the slightest hesitation, showing he had considerable strength. Hua Jin even suspected her strength was inherited from her father, only she was better. Holding the lamp, she hurried to keep up.

While walking, she took out a spare set of clothes from the space, reached into the carriage, then tied up Dahuang and quickly returned to the space to take out ginger and brown sugar, swiftly brewing a bowl of ginger tea.

Luo Song’s current state of a bowl of ginger tea might just be lifesaving.

Hua Cheng hadn’t been idle either. After a glance and seeing his daughter hadn’t caught up, he placed the quilt aside, quickly stripped off Luo Song’s soaking wet clothes, put on the ones his daughter placed in the carriage, and wrapped him in the quilt, then hurriedly wiped Luo Song’s wet hair, hoping he might feel a little better.

"Dad," came his daughter’s voice when the hair was half-dry outside the carriage.

"Dad, I made ginger soup."

Hua Chengtian’s eyes lit up with a smile, enjoying the benefits of having a daughter, everything was prepared without needing him to arrange it, as he took the ginger soup from his daughter’s hands.

With his hands free, Hua Jin took out a heated coal stove from the space, placed it in the carriage, and then got on the ox cart together.

Watching her father prop the person up to sit, Hua Jin hurriedly handed him the ginger soup placed aside.

Luo Song seemed much better than before now, at least he wasn’t looking like he was about to stop breathing at any moment.

Watching a bowl of ginger soup being slowly swallowed, both father and daughter sighed in relief, being able to drink was a good sign.

"Dad, what now?" Hua Jin asked, looking at the unconscious youth lying in the cart, worried.

"Let’s take him along, since we know him, we can’t just leave him to die."

"You stay in the cart and watch over him, Dad will go out to drive the cart."

Although a life was saved, they still had to continue on their journey. Seeing his daughter nod, Hua Chengtian turned and walked outside the cart.

"Dad, take the lamp," Hua Jin handed the emergency lamp from the cart to her father; with a coal stove in the cart, the small space of the carriage was sufficiently illuminated.

"Sit tight." With those words, the ox cart started moving.

It’s uncertain if the ox cart shook too much, but within less than fifteen minutes, Luo Song wrapped in the quilt suddenly started coughing, his body moving along.

Almost dozing off, Hua Jin suddenly opened her eyes.

"Brother Luo Song," she called.

"What’s wrong?" Hua Chengtian couldn’t help but ask, hearing the commotion.

"Dad, Brother Luo Song seems to be waking up."

Hearing this, Hua Chengtian became uneasy, stopped the cart, tied Dahuang to a nearby tree, then climbed into the carriage.

At this moment, Luo Song apparently was trying to regain consciousness, but he didn’t look well, his body continuously trembling, letting out a series of coughs. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"Dad," Hua Jin moved slightly, allowing space for her father.

"Young Master Luo Song," Hua Chengtian squatted beside Luo Song, gently calling him.

After several calls, aside from coughing, Luo Song still didn’t wake up.

Recalling Luo Song’s wretched state when found, practically frozen solid, Hua Chengtian uneasily reached for Luo Song’s forehead.

As soon as his palm made contact, he felt burning heat, and it wasn’t low.

"Dad..." Hua Jin called.

"He’s got a fever." Hua Chengtian’s expression turned serious.

In such a desolate place, getting a fever was a big problem, and Hua Chengtian couldn’t help but worry.

Upon hearing this, Hua Jin placed her hand on the young man’s forehead too, indeed it was terribly hot, a high fever!

Hua Chengtian promptly went out, found clean frozen clothes outside the carriage, tore off a piece, folded it, and placed it on Luo Song’s forehead.

This was the only solution he could think of for now, hoping this child could hang on until they reached the nearest town or village.

Hua Jin, looking at the still-trembling youth despite being wrapped in a quilt, after a moment of hesitation, finally looked at her father.

The person was already in the cart; they couldn’t just give up halfway, besides, she had plenty of fever-reducing medicine in her space, she wasn’t stingy about these pills.

Of course, this young man named Luo Song wearing wonderfully luxurious silk clothes clearly came from a wealthy family, presumably not forgetting the life-saving grace.

Thinking of this, she promptly took out one fever-reducing and two anti-inflammatory pills from the space and handed them to her father.

"Dad, I have fever-reducing medicine here, help him take it."

Suppressing his surprise, Hua Chengtian quickly accepted them, supporting Luo Song to lean against him, then taking the water Hua Jin handed over to feed him the pills.

Perhaps driven by the instinct to survive, he began swallowing subconsciously at the contact with water, and the pills were successfully ingested.

"Daughter, will this medicine work?"

Hua Chengtian, having never seen such medicine, felt uncertain, but given the severity of the fever, he had no choice but to try, as they say, desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Dad, don’t worry. The medicine is very effective, don’t you remember where it came from?"

Hua Chengtian thought it made sense; his daughter’s space was like an immortal’s blessing, how could the medicine not be effective, he was overthinking.

"Alright, keep an eye on him, I’ll go back to driving the cart."

"Okay," Hua Jin nodded.

Soon, the ox cart started moving again.

This time, Hua Jin didn’t doze off, instead, she constantly replaced the ice cloth on Luo Song’s forehead, and soon, the undergarments outside the cart were almost used up by her.